Baby Wanted: (BWWM Interracial Romance) (A Bundle of Joy)

by Wilson, Roxy

  Sean leaned forward until his elbows touched his knees. He dropped his head in his hands and slowly shook his head. “I shouldn’t have left. That was an unforgivable thing to—” His voice broke and he couldn’t seem to finish the sentence.

  Heather sighed heavily and leaned back on the bench. Her heart ached for him again and she wanted nothing more than to make his hurt go away. She knew she could never assuage her own, but she had to try to lessen his.

  Heather scooted closer on the bench and her hand reached out to rub his back. She’d found it was far easier to soothe away someone else’s pain—and hers never seemed to ease anyway.

  She fought to suppress her tears, but she couldn’t contain them. Tears streamed down her face as she mourned the baby that had brought her and Sean together for a few short, splendid weeks.

  Sean straightened and turned his tortured gaze to hers. Before he apologized one more time, she lifted her fingers to his lips and pressed in the center. “Don’t say it. We’ve both apologized so much and it doesn’t seem to have helped.

  “I just wish—”

  “I know.” She gave him a sad smile. “I’ve begged and pleaded with the powers that be and none of it has worked.” She scooted away to put some distance between them. It would be too easy to fall into their easy camaraderie and lay her head on his shoulder, or let him soothe her own aches away. But that was lost to her now.

  They sat in an uneasy silence. Heather wiped her tear-streaked cheeks and blew her nose and tucked the sodden paper away.

  Sean’s gaze roamed her face and Heather thought she saw remnants of the affection he’d once showered on her. She’d give anything to see it again.

  “Would you change anything? Knowing what you know now, would you have done it again?” Sean asked.

  Heather searched his face and wondered what answer he wanted from her. She’d asked herself the same thing a thousand times. And each time the answer had been the same: during those wonderful weeks there had been no better existence in all the world, and she’d choose them again.

  “Heck, yes. I would have.”

  Sean jerked like she’d struck him. He ran a hand through his hair. “I wouldn’t have thought that was your answer.”

  She eased closer on the bench because she couldn’t bear to be so far from him anymore. She left a few inches between their legs, but she could feel the heat and emotion radiating off him. “Would you?”

  He straightened and leaned in close. “Every…single…second.”

  Heather’s heart pounded in her chest. She didn’t want to read anything into this conversation, or the fact that he was here, or the roiling emotions of the day. But there was a low-grade fire burning in his eyes that she couldn’t resist. Her hand lifted and she settled it against his cheek. His eyes shuttered closed and his face turned deeper into her palm.

  “I’ve missed you.”

  “I’ve missed us,” Heather whispered back, afraid to hope. Afraid to dream that she might have another chance at a family.

  But not just any family, a family with Sean.

  Sean stood and Heather’s heart seized. If he walked away now she couldn’t promise that she wouldn’t throw herself at his feet and beg him to take her back.

  He stood with his back to her for several moments; then he turned and held out his hand to her. “I can’t promise it will be easier this time. I can’t promise that there won’t be a heap more heartbreak. All I can promise is to love you. And to be there.”

  Without hesitation, Heather settled her palm into his. “I’ll do this on one condition.” Her heart pounded in her chest as she spoke his words back to him.

  “You will.” His response was not a question as hers had been and she thrilled to his assertiveness.

  She stood and pulled his hand to her belly. “I’ll only want you back in my life if you always call me wife.”

  Sean threw back his head and laughed. Then he tugged her into his arms and held her tight. “Deal…wife.” He whispered the final word and he tightened his grip.

  The cage around Heather’s heart started to break away and she began to hope for something new.

  Something bright.

  With Sean.

  Epilogue

  Pain seized Heather’s belly like a boa constrictor. She gripped Sean’s hand and tried to breathe through the contraction.

  “It’s okay baby. I’m here.”

  “Shut. Up!”

  Heather couldn’t get enough air and the boa constrictor moved higher up her belly. She wasn’t going to survive this. What had she been thinking? Sean had been sweet in those first moments as they’d rekindled their relationship, and the sex had been bountiful and unbelievably hot. Now she wished they’d have spent a whole lot more time on the sex and less time on the getting pregnant. Oh, she was going to die!

  A nurse came in and palpated Heather’s belly. She grimaced under the pressure. There was so much touching. She hadn’t anticipated this much touching. And talking. Someone needed to shut it with the talking. She wanted silence and—“Oh nooooo.”

  Heather’s head fell back against the hospital bed as her body contorted with the pain and severity of the contraction.

  The nurse took her pulse and wiped her brow with a damp towel. “Just breathe, honey.”

  Heather had tried that and it didn’t work for crap. She wanted off the ride. This stopped being fun six hours ago. She didn’t want to go through any more contractions. It finally slowed and she relaxed onto the bed. Sean handed her a cup full of ice chips. “I’m sorry, babe.” He clamped his lips together like he’d just remembered that she told him to shut up. That made her feel bad. She wanted him here, needed him here. Always.

  She tried to smile up at him. “I didn’t mean to yell.”

  “It’s okay.” He smiled. “I can take it. You’re the one doing all the work here.”

  “Yeah. What’s up with that? Next time I vote you get to do this part.”

  He stroked her belly, rubbing the entire mound. “I would if I could.”

  Another contraction gripped her stomach as the doctor came in. “It’s time.”

  Several hours later, Heather woke to an empty hospital room. She rubbed her eyes and smiled as the door eased open.

  “Is it okay to come in?”

  Heather waved the nurse forward and she wheeled in the small cart. Heather leaned forward and tried to catch a glimpse of the little bodies swaddled inside. As the nurse eased closer to the bed, Heather smiled at the pink and blue knit caps.

  The nurse left the room after a few pleasantries.

  Finding out they’d been pregnant had been such a wonderful moment. She’d gone to so much trouble that night making dinner and planning the perfect way to tell Sean. Baby carrots, baby portabella mushrooms over baby filets. It had been such a magical night and he’d barely believed her when she told him they’d gotten pregnant. And then when she’d dropped the news about the second baby she thought he was going to pass out.

  This pregnancy had been bliss and they hadn’t had a single complication. Their doctor had warned them that there might come a time when she’d need to be on bed rest, but Sean had doted on her and allowed her to just focus on being a healthy haven for the babies. Even though she’d been humongous by the time she delivered, she’d felt wonderful and the babies were healthy.

  She couldn’t wait for Sean’s parents to get there, to share in their joy. They were a great help. They’d taken the news of their union and subsequent reunion well, too well, in fact. It was as if the Johnsons had been expecting news like this all along. Heather had always had an easy relationship with Sean’s mother, and since his mother had learned of Heather’s pregnancy, she had taken her under her wing. For Heather, having such a supportive extended family was a lot more than she had ever dreamed of, when she’d dreamed of becoming a mother, a mommy.

  And her girls, Selene and Tasha had their own baby stories. She couldn’t wait to be discharged from the hospital so she could hang ou
t with them and swap stories about their bundles of joy. For Heather, life couldn’t be any sweeter.

  The pain of miscarrying was still there, but Heather had been doubly blessed with twins, Aidan and Amaya.

  And, most of all, there was Sean.

  Her life could not possibly get any better. Heather fixed her gaze on Aidan, the first to pop out and heavier than his sister by nine ounces, and then she shifted her gaze to Amaya, who was sucking heartily at her closed fist.

  “Hungry, aren’t you?”

  Amaya was already turning out to be just like her dad, whose thoughts were never too far from food, when they weren’t on Heather. Heather chuckled at the image of father and daughter wolfing down their dinner.

  “Anyone home?” Sean knocked gently on the door and entered the room.

  “Oh, great. You’re here, just in time.”

  Sean strolled over and kissed Heather softly on her lips, and grazed his forehead against hers. Then he walked across to the cart which held the twins.

  Heather lifted her shirt and mentally braced herself for the sharp pain she expected, since her breasts were so sensitive to touch. And right now was feeding time. She set the nursing pillow on her lap and gestured for Sean to hand her one of the twins. As Sean picked up Amaya, he told a crying Aidan, “Sorry, Aidan. It’s ladies before gents, this time.”

  He positioned Amaya in a cradle hold, and helped her to latch on to Heather’s breast. Heather looked up, and smiled when she saw the expression that crossed Sean’s face as he stared at his daughter.

  It was love.

  Sean caught Heather looking at him and grinned. He ambled across the room and picked up Aidan, who immediately stopped crying. “Come on, big guy. It’s your turn.” Sean took long strides across the room and positioned his son at Heather’s right breast. He tucked the babies’ legs together so that they crossed in Heather’s lap.

  Love for Sean welled up inside Heather. She tilted her head up for his kiss. Sean planted one on her, then the twins, but not before his hungry gaze landed on her breasts. Heather didn’t have to be a genius to know what he was thinking. She was having those same thoughts, too. She chuckled softly at the thought, and the anticipation. Gosh, what was she thinking? She’d given birth just a few hours ago, and already she was thinking about all the decadent things she and Sean would do a few weeks from now. Yeah, lots of things. Heather watched as Sean dragged a chair over and settled down to watch her and the twins.

  This was going to be the most favorite part of her day.

  ***THE END***

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  Coming in April…

  The Baby Proposal (A Bundle of Joy Series, Book 2)

  She’s having a baby…

  Selene Alexis is a recent casualty of her company’s cost-cutting measures. With a sister to support and no close relatives to lend a helping hand, she grabs the opportunity to become a surrogate mother. By getting pregnant, she’ll be able to meet her monthly expenses and make a small dent in her debts, at least for the next nine months.

  He makes a proposal…

  Former soldier, Triston Walker, struggles to adjust to civilian life after tours of duty in Afghanistan and Iraq. A glimpse of Selene, the girl he left behind to serve his country, is a breath of fresh air, until he realizes she’s pregnant. He’s never fallen out of love with her, and now he wants to take their multicultural romance one step further. So he proposes a long-term solution to Selene’s current woes. Marriage.

  A tempting offer she shouldn’t refuse…

  With Selene’s hormones raging, her due date fast approaching, and doubts about Triston’s feelings for her, can she trust herself to make the right decision? Will she take the plunge, or dash Triston’s dreams of an eternal interracial romance between a black woman and a white man?

  Coming in May

  Baby, You're Mine (A Bundle of Joy Series, Book 3)

  Fulfilling a friend's wish...

  Jamie Alexis’s fast-paced life comes to a screeching halt when she's summoned by her terminally ill friend, Brandi Stephen, who asks her to care for her two-year-old daughter after she's gone.

  …isn't going to be easy...

  Brett Carrington knows it's too late to make amends to Brandi, the woman he left at the altar, but it’s not too late to be a dad to his little girl. The only thing standing in his way is the curvy woman who sets his heart and libido ablaze.

  ...unless love comes softly

  Jamie isn't about to allow that blue-eyed, heartbreaker to stop her from keeping her promise to Brandi. But, can she avoid the temptation of this seemingly unstoppable multicultural romance? She knows what type of man Brett is: after all, she was supposed to be maid-of-honor at his wedding. And if it means using a little creativity to get her own way, she'll do what she has to in this sizzling interracial romance.

  Other books by Roxy Wilson…

  The Right Kind of Love (Loving A Morrison)

  He’s So Into You (Healing Hearts)

  About the Author

  Roxy Wilson, a self-professed book junkie, was born and bred in a beautiful island in the Caribbean.

  As a graduate with a degree in Education, she writes blogs which help readers to think critically about and appreciate poetry. Recently, however, she decided to delve into the world of writing interracial and multicultural romance stories. Her debut novel is the Right Kind of Love and was published by Secret Cravings Publishing. Roxy is also the Reviews Coordinator of Romance Novels in Color (RNIC).

  When Roxy isn’t reading or writing, she spends her time trying out recipes with her daughter, designing and dress making, listening to music of the 80’s and 90’s or engaging in her favorite workout routine, which is 1-clicking a new book to read, to her heart’s content.

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